Wanted One Piece Novels & Stories

He answered without turning around. “Yes?” “How much did you hear?” “I’m sorry, what?” “Turn around.” One on the man demanded. Calvin turned hesitantly to face them. “Calvin Cartier….” The taller one chuckled darkly. “How much is the person paying you? I can give you double, if you tell me their name.” These type of people could do anything for money, so money was the best way to lure them. “Sorry Cartier,” he whispered in a dangerous tone walking closer to Calvin, pulling out a sharp, shiny blade from his waistband, “our work demands loyalty.”

Anticipation in his voice. After a moment, I said hoarsely, "I picked one. I want the Harry Winston's 'One of a Kind.'" Cesare froze.

It’s adrenaline that makes me begin rowing. I get close enough to the Level Zero Island but as soon as I cross it, the fog becomes thick. My hands are damp, and my arms are throbbing as I push the oar, hoping to make it to the mainland. Whatever this place is, I want no part of it. As I keep rowing, I recall the scar on the wolf’s head and the scar on Veronica’s head. I want to tell myself that I’m imagining things, but there are too many coincidences here, too many things which don’t match up. And the more I think about them, the more I get a headache.

Alex grumbled. "What did you say?" he asked. "Yes, I am." "Now, sit on this." He pointed at a wooden stool. Alex reluctantly sat on it. The old man went to his back and commanded, "Now, take off your singlet." "For what?" Alex questioned. "This is the point where you get the incision on your back." He explained. "Ohh," Alex sluggishly took off his singlet. The old man brought a razor from a water-filled calabash in the corner of the shrine.

Mima's POV “The rules, the first person to leave the oyer incapable of moving on their own, wins. No shifting and no claws or teeth. It's going to be a pure fist match.” The moderator said as he looked between the both of us. I nodded at him, accepting the rules of the match. I looked at my people once more giving them a small smile before looking back at Stephanie and her condensing smile. The moderator left the circle and a whistle was blown.

He swallows, and I can see his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and he’s not looking at me anymore. “That’s the problem, Abby. I don’t want just one time with you. When I start touching you, I won’t stop, and I won’t be satisfied with just one fuck, and I want more from you. You won’t just be my one-hour fuck, I want you every time, all the time, everywhere, and whenever I want. It won’t be enough, But you made it clear that you marry me for your mom’s will. You want pure platonic without sexual involvement.” He takes a huge shaky breath. “And you’re leaving me. Now take this fucking shirt, and I’m sending you home.” Oh, My God. He’s not going to budge. I guess he will keep his words.

Oswic saw three pieces of stones he'd subconsciously noticed before - white, gleaming, smooth and very round stones, not polluted by smears of blood or anything, one on top of the other. He ran over to that side and looked to his right. Yes! That was where the cave was. “Guys? We've got a situation!” Gauwilh chanted suddenly as a ferocious, FOUR headed tyronimic, dashed and bounced towards them like a confident lion after a prey.

Dingo POV This was my favorite stop on my route. For five years I’ve been traveling the west coast seeking out more Were kind. I was handpicked by the Werewolf Council for the job. I blended well with humans, even if they are all crazy. My mission, to reunite the wild and unknown werewolf hybrids in a last ditch chance to keep our race from extinction.

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